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LIEUTENANT
PAT O'BRIEN
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SYNOPSIS.
CHAPTER I-lntroJuctory. Pat O'Brien
talla ot liU purptMv in wilting ilia aiury
ol itia advanturva.
CHAPTER II Telia of hla enllitment In
tlia Royal J-'lylng vurpa, tiia training In
Canada and liia Uanaur lu t ranca fur ao
Uva duly.
CHATTEH IlI-IWrlheN flfhu In which
ha brought down lu Uonnan alrplauea
and hla llnal light in wliii'U lia waa
brought down wounded wlihln tha Oar
man linea and waa mail a prlaoner of
war.
CHAPTER IV-Dlacovtra that Otrman
hoapltal aiafC burburoualy imglecud Ilia
lutally woumled uiul devoted tlielr enet
lea to rvalorliiK tliime who iinulit be
returned to ihc tiring line. Wtineaaea
death In IU;lil of liia beat chum. iJeuU
1'aul Ralney.
CHAPTER V-Ile In taken to tha of
Bcera' prlaon camp at Courtial. There lie
begHn plannliiK hla eHiape. liy great aae
rirlce he nianuMea (u autn and hide away
two dully lutiuna nf bread.
CHAPTER Vt-Ile conflacatea a map of
Oermany and JUHt half an hour later la
put on a ti'uln hound fur a prlaon vamp
In Germany, lie Imp llirnuitli a window
while the trulu la traveling ut a rule of SO
mllea an hour.
CHAPTER VII-For ulna dayi ha
crawla through Uvriiiuny, hiding during
tha day. tiavi-llng at night, guided by the
aiara and aubHlailiiK on ruw vegetable.
Jie covera Tu mllea before reaching l.ux
mburg. CHAPTER VIH-For nine day more tie
atrugglea on In a weakened condition
through Luxemburg In tha direction of
Belgium.
It was then uhout 3 o'clock In the
morning. I wmled In aud was soon
In beyond my depth and had to swlin.
After about an hour of It I was very
much exhausted, and I doubted
whether I could make the opposite
bank, although It was not more than
thirty or forty feet away. I choked
and gasped, and my arms and legs
were completely fagged out. I sank a
little and tried to touch bottom with
my feet, but the water was still be
yond my depth.
There are times when everyone will
pray, and I was no exception. I
prayed for strength to make those
few wicked yards, and then, with all
the will power I could summon, struck
out for deur life. It seemed a life
time before I finally felt the welcome
mud of bottom und was able to drag
myself up to the bank, but I got there.
The hank was rather high and I was
'baking so violently that when I took
hold of the gruss to pull myself up,
the gruKH Hhouk out of my hands. I
could not retain my grip. I was afraid
I would fuint then and there, but 1
kept pulling und crawling frantically
up that Infernal bank and flually
made it.
Then for the first time in my life I
fainted fainted from utter exhaus
tion. It was now about 4 o'clock in the
morning und I was entirely unpro
tected from observation. If anyone
hod come along I would have been
found lying there dead to the world.
Possibly two hours passed before I
regained consciousness, and then, no
doubt, only because the ruin was
beating in my face.
I knew that I had to get away, as
it wus broad daylight. Moreover,
there was a tow-path right there and
uny minute a bout might come along
and find me. But. It was equally
dangerous for me to attempt to travel
very fur. Fortunutely I found some
shrubbery' near by and I hid there all
day, without food or drink.
"That night I made a little head
way, but when day broke I had a
dreadful fever aud was delirious. I
talked to myself and thereby In
creased my chances of capture. In
my lucid Intervals when I realized that
I had been talking, the thought sent
a chill through me, because In the
silent night even the slightest sound
carries far across the Belgian country.
I began to fear that another day of
this would about flalsh me.
I have a distinct recollection of a
ridiculous conversation I carried on
with an Imaginary Fat O'Brien a
sort of duplicate of myself. I argued
with him as I marched drearily aloog
aaA he answered me back In kind,
Md when we disagreed, I celled upon
y one constant friend, the North
.Star, to stand by me.
"There you are, you old North Star,"
I cried aloud. Ton want me to get
to Holland, don't you? But this Pat
O'Brien this Pat OTJrelo who calls
himself a soldier he's got a yellow
treak North Star- and he says It
cant be donel He wants me to quit
to lie down here for the Huns to
find me and take me "back to Cour
trat after all you've done. North
Star? I don't -want to follow him I
just want to follow yon because yon
yon arc taking me away from the
Hutu and this Pat O'Brien this fel
low who keeps after me all the time
and leans on my neck and wants me
to 11 down this yellow Pat O'Breln
wants me to go back to the Hons 1"
After a spell of foolish chatter Uke
tbt my tenses would corse back to
ne for a while and I would trudgt
aloni without word on til the fever
cam on ma agtla.
III I
Hull
causb 1 fa'iramnit on WJ "rnsnegiTT
was very much tempted to lie down
then and there und call It a beat
Thin;; seemed to he sotting worse for
Kept Pulling and
That Infernal
Crawling
Bank.
Up
me the farther I went, and all the
time I had before me the spectre of
that electric burrler between Belgium
and Holland, even if I ever reached
there alive. Whnt was the use of
further suffering when I would prob
ably he captured in the end nnywayf
Before giving up, however, I decided
upon one bold move. I would ap
proach one of the huuxes In the vl
clnlty and get food there or die In
the effort
I picked out a small house because
I figured there would be less likeli
hood of soldiers being billeted there.
Then I wrapped a stone In my khaki
handkerchief as u sort of camouflaged
weapon, determined to kill the occu
pant of the house, German or Belgian,
If that sten was necessary In order
to get food. I tried the well in the
yard, but It would not work, and then
I went up to the door and knocked.
It was 1 o'clock in the morning. An
old lady came to. the window and
looked out. She could not imnglne
what I was, probably, because I was
still attired In Unit old overcoat. She
save a cry and her husband and a
bor came to the door.
They could not sneak English and I
could not speak Flemish, but I pointed
to my flying coat und then to the aky
and said "Fleeer" (flier), which I
thought would tell them what I was,
Whether they understood or were
Intimidated by the hard-looking ap
pearance, I don't know, but certainly
It would have to be u brave old man
and boy who would start an argument
with such a villainous looking char
acter as stood before them that night I
I had not xlinvcd for a month, my
clothes were wet, torn and dirty, my
leggings were Rnne they had gotten
so honvy I had to discard them my
balr was matted and my cheeks were
flushed with fever. In my hand I
carried the rock In my handkerchief
and I made no effort to conceal It
presence or Its mission.
Anyway, they motioned me Indoors,
gave me my first hot meul in more
than a inonth ! True, It consisted only
of warm potatoes. They hod been
previously cooked, but the old woman
warmed them up In milk lu one of the
dirtiest kettles I had ever seen. I
asked for bread, but she shook her
head, although 1 think It must have
been for lack of it rather than be
cause she begmdged It to me. For
If ever a man showed he was flmlshed,
I did that night. I swallowed those
warm potatoes ravenously and I drnnk
tour glasses of wuter, one after an
other. It was the best meal I had had
since the "banquet" In the prison at
Courtral.
The woman of the house was prob
ably seventy-five years old and had
evidently worn wooden shoes all her
life, for she had a callous spot on the
aide of her foot the size of half a dol
lar and It looked so hard that I doubt
whether you could have driven a nail
luo It with a hammer I
As I sut there drying myself for I
was In no hurrry to leave the first
human habitation I had entered In
four, weeks I reflected on my un
happy lot and the unknown troubles
and dangers that lay ahead of me.
Here, for more than a month, I had
been leading the life of a bunted
animal yes, worse than a hunted
animal, for nature clotbea her less-
favored creatures more appropriate
ly for the life they lead than I was
clothed for mine and there was not
the slightest reason to hope that con
dltlons would grow any better.
Perhaps the first warm food I had
eaten for over a month had released
unused springs of philosophy In ma,
as food sometimes does for a man.
I pointed to my torn and water
soaked clothes and conveyed to them
as best I could that I would be grate
ful for an old suit, but apparently
they were too poor to have more than
they actually needed themselves, and
I rose to go. I had aroused them out
of bed and I knew I ought not to keep
them up longer than waa absolutely
necessary.
As I approached the door I got
glance at myself In a mirror. I waa
the awful est alght I had laid eyea on 1
The glimpse I got of myself startled
me almost as much aa If I had seen a
dreaded German helmet ! My left eye
wss fairly well healed by this time
and I waa beginning to regain eight
of It, but my face waa so haggard 'and
toy beard to long and unkempt that X
yfcrve r',"-rvyt'tj -
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"Aa they lef ine uTbrihe door
pointed to the opposite direction to
the one I Intended taking and started
off In the direction I had Indicated.
Later I changed my course completely
to throw off any possible pursuit
The next day I was so worn out from
exposure and exhaustion that I threw
away my coat thinking that the less
weight I hud to carry the better it
would be for me, but when night cam
I regretted my mistake because the
nights were now getting colder,
thought at first It would be better for
me to retrace my steps and look tor
the coat I had so thoughtlessly dis
carded, but I decided to go on with
out it
I then begun to discard everything
that I had In my pocket, finally throw
ing my wrist watch Into a canal.
wrist-watch does not add much
weight, but when you plod along and
have not eaten for a month It finally
becomes rather heavy. The next
thing I discarded was a pair of flying
mittens.
These mittens I had gotten at Camp
Borden, In Canada, and had become
quite famous, as my friends termed
theiu "snow shoes." In fact they
were a ridiculous pair of mittens, but
the best pair I ever had and I really
felt worse when I lost those mittens
than unythlng else. I could not think
of anybody else ever uslug them, ao I
dug a hole In the mud and burled
them and could not help but laugh
at the thought If my friends could see
iue burylug my mittens, because they
were a standing Joke In Canada, Eng
land and Franco.
I bad on two shirts and as they were
always both wet and didn't keep me
wurni, It wus useless to wear both.
One of these was a shirt that I bad
bought In France, the other an Amer
ican army shirt. They were both
khukl and one as apt to give me away
as the other, so I discarded the French
shirt. The American army shirt I
brought back with me to England and
It Is still In my possession.
When I escaped from the train I still
had the Bavarian cap of bright red In
my pocket and wore It for many
nights, but I took great care that no
one saw It. It also had proven very
useful when swimming rivers, for I
carried my map and a few other be
longings In It and I had fully made
up my mind to bring it home as a
souvenir. But the farther I went
the heavier my extra clothing became,
so I was compelled to discard even
the cap. I knew that It would be a
tell-tale murk If I simply threw It
iiwuy, so one night after swimming a
river, I dug n hole in the soft mud on
the bank and buried it, too, with con-
Nidernhly lens ceremony than my fly
ing mittens had received perhaps; so
that was the end of my Bavarian bat.
My experience at the Belgian's
house whetted my appetite for more
food and I figured that what had been
done once could be done again.
Sooner or Inter. I realized I would
probably approach a Belgian and find
a German Instead, but In such a con
tingency I was determined to meas
ure my strength against the Hun's If
necessary to effect my escape.
As It was, however, most of the Bel
gians to whom I applied for food gave
It to me readily enough, and If some
of them refused me It was only be
cause they feared I might be a spy
or that the Germans would shoot them
If their action were subsequently
found out
About the fifth day fitter I had en
tered Belgium I was spending the day
as usual in a clump of bushes when I
discerned In the distance what ap
peared to be something banging on a
line. All day long I strained my eyes
trying to decide what It could be and
arguing with myself that It might be
something thut I could add to my In
adequate wordrobe, but the distance
was so great that I could not Identify
It I had a great fear that Deiore
night came It -would probably be re
moved.
As soon as darkness fell, however, I
crawled out of my hiding place and
worked up to the line and got a pair
of overalls for my Industry. The pair
of overalls was the first bit ot civil
lan clothes I had thus far picked up
with the exception of a civilian cap
which I had found at the prison and
concealed on my person and which I
still had. The overalls were rather
amall and very short, but when I put
them on I found that they hung down
far enough to cover my breeches.
It waa perhaps three days later that
I planned to search another house for
further clothes. Entering Belgian
houses at night is anything but a safe
proposition, because their families are
large and sometimes as many as seven
or elzht sleen in a single room. The
barn la usually connected with the
house proper, and there waa always
the danger of disturbing some dumb
animal even If the Inmates of the
house were not aroused.
Frequently I took a chance ot
searching a back yard at night In the
hone of finding food scraps, but my
success In that direction was ao alight
that I aoon decided that It wasn't
worth the risk and I continued to
live on raw vegetables that I could
pick with safety In the fields and the
occasional meal that I waa able to get
from the Belgian peasant In the day
time. Nevertheless I was determined to
get more In the way of clothing and
when night came I picked out a house
that looked as though It might furnish
me with what I wanted. . It was a
moonlight night and if I could get in
the barn I would have a fair chance of
finding my way around by the moon
light which would enter the windows.
The barn adjoined the main part of
the boose, but I groped around very
carefully and aoon I touched some
thing hanging on a peg. I dlfiat
know what If was, but X cosfieatad
It sM nied It o"t Into t f
There" 15 TJil HiodulltfhTI "exahilneJ
my booty and found that It waa an old
coat It was too short for an over
coat and too long for an ordinary
coat but nevertheless I made use of
It It bad probably been an overcoat
for the Belgian who had worn It
Some days later I got a scarf from
a Belgian peasant and with this equip
ment I was able to conceal my uni
form entirely.
Later on, however, I decided that It
waa too dangerous to keep the uniform
on anyway and when night came I
dug a hole and burled it
I never realised until I had to part
with It Just how much I thought of
that uniform. It had been with me
through hard trials and I felt aa If I
were abandoning a friend when I
parted with It I waa tempted to keep
the wings off the tunic, but thought
that would be a dangerous concession
to sentiment In the event that I was
ever captured. It waa the only dis
tinction I had left as I had given
the Royal Flying Corp badges and
the stars of my rank to the German
flying officers as souvenlrsT but I felt
that It was safer to discard It As
It finally turned out, through all my
subsequent experiences, my escape
would never have been Jeopardized
bad I kept my uniform but of course,
I had no Idea what was In store for
me.
There was one thing which surprised
me very much aa I Journeyed through I
Belgium and that was the scarcity of
dogs. Apparently most of them had
been taken by the Germans and what
are left are beasts of burden who are
too tired at night to bark or bother
Intruders. This was a mighty good
thing for me, for I would certainly
have stirred them up In passing
through back-yards as I sometimes
did when I was making a short cut.
One night as I came out of a yard
It was so pitch dark that I could not
see ten feet ahead of me and I was
right In the back of a little village,
although I did not know It. I crawled
along fearing I might come to a cross
roads at which there would In all
probability be a German sentry.
My precaution served me In good
atead for had I come out In the main
street of the village and within twenty
feet of me, sitting on some bricks
where they were building a little store,
I could see the dim outline of a Ger
man spiked helmet I
I could not cross the street and the
only thing to do was to back track.
It meant making a long detour and
losing two hours of precious time and
effort, but there was no help for It
so I plodded wearily back, cursing
the Huns at every atep.
The next night while crossing some
fields I came to a road. It waa one of
the main roads of Belgium and waa
paved with cobble stones. On these
roads you can bear a wagon or horse
about a mile or two away. I listened
Intently before I moved ahead and
hearing nothing concluded that the
way was clear.
As I emerged from the field and got
my first glimpse of the road, I got tha
shock of my life 1 In either direction,
Diagram Showing How O'Brien Loot
Precious Hour by Swimming a Riv
er and Later Finding That He Was
on tha Wrong Side and Had to Swim
Back.
aa far as I could see, the road waa
lined with German soldiers 1 What
they were doing In that part of Bel
glum I did not know, but you can bo
mighty sure I didn't spend any time
trying to find out
Again It waa necessary to change
my course and lose a certain amount
of ground, but by this time I had be
come fairly well reconciled to those
reverses and they did not depress ma
as much as they did at first.
At this period of my adventure. If
day or night paased without its thrill
X began to feel almost dlappolnted,
but such disappointments war
rather rare.
One evening as I was about to swim
a canal about two hundred feet wide,
I auddenly noticed about one hundred
yards away a canal boat moored to
the aide.
It was at a sort of out-of-the-way
place and I wondered what the canal
boat had stopped for. I crawled up
to. see. Aa I n eared the boat five men
were leaving It and I noticed them
cross over Into the fields. 'At a safe
distance I followed them and they had
not gone very far before I saw what
they were after. They were commit
ting the common but heinous crime of
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